Terrible Threes

Nobody can drive me up the wall better than Ponappa. The babe has not changed one bit. She can still sell her soul for books. She's badgered me to death and now I am lending her few books. I still wonder how I walked into that. I don't think advancing age has affected our capacity for mischief. To be sampled at the meeting: Vodka Pani puris. Mmmmmmm...